Killing Bill or whatever the hell his name is (‘Battle Without Honor or Humanity’)

1 November 2016

with a line from Yeats


No one expected the second coming
out:

a burst rubber, a premature
BOOM!

‘PEP,’ you echoed. ‘I’ll drive you to
Bolsover

first thing in the
morning.’

His speechlessness a stun
grenade,

ignored
calls

blast
mines.

Hours later, Grindr’s
missiles.

*

Small: the Beef Capital: the bit of
linoleum

on which Bill or whatever the
hell

his name is
fixes

a gaze blank and
pitiless

as the sun in
Coles’s

old-fashioned produce
section.

Your imagined visor blazes
blackly,

like the Bride’s, your Yamaha sets off
yellowly.

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